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“Don’t collect flies now, Baby Girl,” I chuckle, my finger under her chin to close it. “Hollis was never meant for Lars and I and we always knew it. We have never seen her as anything other than a kid sister.”
“We are, however, great dancers after the torture of learning with Hollis during your parents’ efforts to make her into a ‘lady’,” Lars says.
The doors open to the caves, and the other people milling around perk up. It appears that this is a very popular event. I recently learned about it, which led to my suggestion that we come here this afternoon. Together, we all walk into the caves down to where they have the event, and I notice Lars and Tyde lean against the wall as they watch everyone.
“I’m Oli, one of your instructors today. We’re going to be getting pretty warm, so I suggest that you shed some of those winter layers. Let’s break into sets of two, and we’ll see how much instruction everyone needs,” one of the teachers says with a smile. He looks like a professional dancer, simply from his posture and the way he carries himself.
Nova and I do just that, her skirt flirting with her ankles as she walks with me onto the dance floor.
“Are you two dancing?” Oli asks, craning his neck to look at Tyde and my brother.
My lips twitch as I raise my brow, and Tyde peeks over at Lars. The thing though, is that my brother doesn’t have very many issues with being put on the spot, so he shrugs out of hiscoat and gloves, dumping them over the small pile of clothing that Nova and I have already made.
“What the hell,” he says to Tyde, winking. “Are you leading or am I, Doctor?”
Nova’s shoulders shake as she laughs silently, because Tyde’s eyes are wide and surprised.
Pulling off his coat, he says, “Show me what you got, Big Guy. It’s been awhile since I’ve danced to anything like this. I also took all of the same classes Hollis did growing up, so we have that to bond over at some point.”
Well that’s fun.
TYDE
There’s a certain amount of bravado I’m putting on as I flip my hand palm up to Lars. He merely looks amused as he clasps it and we walk onto the dance floor. Nova beams at both of us, and it helps.
I hated the dance classes that my mother used to put me through. I meant it when I told Caleb and Lars that my family was complaining that the nest in the house I inherited still lies empty.
Well, that it was. I haven’t had a chance to break the news to my family, and I won’t until I can present a united pack. That’s what today is about, so I turn my attention to the class.
“Dancing is about following your instincts. We also won’t be dancing solely to swing type music. I want you to be able to dance anywhere,” Oli says, taking the hand of another male teacher. I have a feeling that he’s doing it for Lars and my benefit and I appreciate it.
I don’t mindby Usher begins to play, and they begin to dance. Since it’s swing, there’s a lot of turns and floor work as they dance around each other. It shows that you don’t have to take up the entire room while dancing. I also notice how much fun they have too. There doesn’t seem to be one particular person who leads.
They’re just enjoying the moment, with grins and laughter. As the music cuts off, they step away from each other.
“Did you see how it’s just about staying in motion?” he asks. “We’re going to start with having you follow us, and we’ll keep it slow. I’ll call out the movements, but honestly, just have fun.”
Lars glances at me and I take a deep breath and nod. There are four teachers, and they stand at the front of the room. Oli has a microphone by his mouth to help him be heard, and the music turns on. Lars keeps his hand in mine, and we follow the instructors in a simple rock step that morphs into a turn.
Slowly, different dancers begin dancing on their own, while others continue to follow the instructors. Nova’s smile is wide as Caleb twirls her around and she follows his lead. Every step he makes, she doesn’t hesitate to do.
This was a smart way to teach her trust, because that’s what dancing is all about.
Lars tugs me against him, and I put my hand on his shoulder as he moves. My feet slowly remember how to do this, while he leads me around in circles. His hand squeezing mine is the only warning I get before he turns me. My feet keep moving as he continues to twist and pull me throughout the dance, unbothered by the fact that we’re both almost the same height.
He’s completely relaxed as he dances with me, and I laugh as he winks at me.
“A passable dancer, huh?” I tease him, my lips parting in my own version ofoh shitas he dips my body back.
“I guess you could say that,” he says, righting me.
“That was hotter than you have any right to be,” I mutter under my breath as the song ends and another starts.
“I could say the same for you,” he says, pulling me close. “Get used to it.”
I may be the dominant one, and Lars might enjoy me taking charge, but he’s got big dick energy in spades. His erection grazes against mine as his lips kiss me hard before he leads me into another series of turns.
Help. I’m definitely over my head here.
